Page 53 of Hunted

“Amara, I—”

“—I want it to be you, Valerian,” I said, my voice now lowering to meet his. “I want you. Now. Just… be gentle with me.”

Valerian stared deeply into my eyes. I could hear his breath, his heart, the tensing of his muscles. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Yes… I am.”

Slowly, he brought his lips down to meet mine again. My heart raced, now; rising quickly to a fever pitch. Things were happening to my body that had never happened before. I was feeling things, experiencing emotions and sensations that were almost entirely alien to me. Was this what desire felt like? Was that pulling in the pit of my stomachpassion?

The part of me that was human, and Fae, didn’t really know what to do with my hands. But the part of me that was spirit, that wasanimal, knew very well what to do. While Valerian loomed over me, one hand on the bed, and another in my hair, his lips locked with mine, my hands trailed past his face, down his shoulders, and across his waist.

My fingers were slight enough that I could slip them into his waistband without taking his trousers off. I felt heat in there, heat andfurwherever my hand went. Another moment or so, and my hand made contact with a thick, hard shaft. Valerian groaned into my mouth as my hands explored the length of him, the size of him, the thickness.

I stroked his shaft with one hand, while with the other, I cupped his balls. It wasn’t long before one of my hands was slick, and wet. Valerian gripped the bedsheets tightly while I worked at him, gently pumping, and stroking, and coaxing his excitement out of him.

When he’d had enough, he pulled himself away from me, allowing me to release him. Valerian stood upright before me, and I heard him take off his clothes. I did the same, working at the pants I was wearing until I managed to get them off and kick them to the foot of the bed.

The lights were out and we couldn’t see each other, but I still felt like we could. I could feel him, his presence, his arousal—I could smell it, too, and it only served to excite me further. I hadn’t realized how wet I was until I caught a whiff of what my hand was coated in.

Valerian approached, placing his hands on my thighs. At his suggestion, I parted them for him… and then we were ready. I was nervous, excited, and hungry beyond belief. I lifted both of my feet onto the bed, then rested one of my hands on his.

“I’m yours,” I whispered.

“As am I,” he said, and then I felt him—the first brush of the tip of his erection against the warm, wet folds of my aching center.

I gasped; my breath hitched inside of my throat. Valerian carefully positioned himself in front of me, and when he was ready, he guided himself into me. I felt the first pinch of pain as he entered me, but fought through it. Pain and pleasure blended together to create ripples that moved through me and took me into a new state of being.

“Are you alright?” Valerian asked.

“Yes,” I gasped.

Valerian slid all the way into me, and every single inch of him sent more of those euphoric ripples tearing through me. When he was inside me, he lowered himself so that he could kiss me. I took his face in my hands and let my tongue find his. He moved his hips back as we kissed, sliding out of me once, before pushing back into me again.

He did this once, twice, three times, each time moving gently enough that I could get accustomed to him. I wasn’t sure if he wasbig, compared to anyone else, but he felt big. Big enough that I needed that little time to adjust.

“Take me,” I whispered against him. “You don’t have to be gentle anymore.”

Valerian kissed me again, and then he began to thrust. They were slow at first, rhythmic, but they quickly picked up in speed and intensity. Each and every one of those thrusts made my breath catch in my throat. I moaned with him, drew my nails across his neck, down his back. I repositioned my legs, wanting to take more of him into me—all of him into me.

He was mine, now, and I was going to make sure of that.

The quicker he pushed into me, the more I felt something else rise up from inside of me. Something deep, and ancient, and primal. I grabbed hold of Valerian’s shoulders, and I flipped him onto his back. Valerian scrambled up the bed, and I moved with him, straddling him, finding him, and slipping him into me again.

This time, with my hands against his chest, I could control the rhythm. I allowed myself to feel his length, to enjoy the sensation of that first, initial push before carefully moving my hips up and down on top of his. I was sweating, now. I could feel it. I whipped my head around, letting my hair fall down my back as I rode him.

Valerian’s hands went to my thighs, then, his fingertips digging into my skin. Normally, that may have hurt. Today, though, pain and pleasure were friends. The quicker my hips moved, the more deeply Valerian moaned. I moaned with him, as the more deeply I pressed my hips against him, the more strongly I felt something bubble up inside of me.

Tonight was a night of firsts; all I wanted to do was reach the apex of that point I was racing toward. Valerian wrapped one hand around his mouth, while the other tightened around my thigh. I felt him tense, I felt him stiffen and pulsate inside me. An instant later, I felt him spill himself into me, a warm, delicious sensation that made me have to cover my own mouth.

I slammed one of my hands against the bed as I rode him, as he filled me with more and more of himself. It was all too much. I reached that point, that climax I had been looking for, and when I did, I had to press my face against the bed otherwise I would’ve cried out so loudly, the entire world would’ve heard me.

Throbbing, pulsating, ripples of ecstasy coursing through me, I slowed my own movements until we were both entirely spent. Valerian wrapped his arms around my back, his thumbs gently brushing against my skin. He kissed the side of my head, then my ear, then my cheek.

“Wow,” I said against the mattress.

“Wow?” he whispered.

I lifted my head and kissed him. “Thank you.”